Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.